Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 48, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 July 1926 — Page 8

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<?m ° w° w Business Kisses, By BEATRICE BURTON \ Author of “Gloria, The Flapper Wife”

Tha names in this story are purely fictitious altd are not to be taken as refeiring xo any particular person, place o r firm.

READ THIS FIRST FLOSSIE and. MARY ROSE MIDDLETON are two pretty sisters, the (laughters of a widowed mother. They both work for the Dexter Automobile Company. Mary Rose is secretary to the sales manager JOHN MANNERS, and is fit love with him. although the office gossips say he is engaged to a girl of wealth, DORIS HINIG Because of her feeling for him, Mary Rose refuses a repeated offer of marriage from DR. TOM FITZROY, who has long been in love with her. Flossie, a bom flirt, helps keep the office files under MISS MACFARLANE. She, is engaged to SAM JESSUP, secretary 'to the -head of the company. HILARY DEXTER. 'When Mary Rose discovers phe is carrying on a fliytation -with Dexter, a- married mad. she forbids her t(V_go out with hint and insists that shv return some jewelry he's given her.- Then, for a-long time, the affair seems to he ended, hut one day she comes upon Flossie 4n Dexter s arm. and he is mak-ing-desperate, love to her. When Mary Rose scolds her about it, Flossie gayly says it's not her fault men find her alluring 1 She ’ quarrels with Miss MacFarlane, 'who complains that she's lazy, and w’_,en Dexter takes her part. Miss Maeg'arlane Quits Tier job. Dexter makes Flossie head of the department, and hires her elium, ALICE JAMES, to help her. She continues to meet Dexter outside the office, and one night she comes home from a party Where she s been with him. Alice James and some other people, much the worse for drink. When her mother. MRS. MIDDLETON, questions her about it, she cries, to Avoid answering. , Doris Hinig becomes jealous of Mary Rose, who had gone at Manners' invitation to read to his invalid mother. She makes a point of telling Mary Rose that she expects to marry Mauners soon. And a few nights aferward. Tom Fitzroy proposes to Mary Rose for the last time—so he sa\‘s. I NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXIX His face was close to hers—so close that his eyes looked enormous as they searched hers, and she could feel his breath on her cheek as she turned her head away frowning. She drew back in his tight hold. “I can't talk while you hold rrie—like this,” she said breathlessly. And at that he let her go. “You mean I'm to take you or leave you now, tonight?” she asked, and he nodded. “Don't you (think that’s silly? Why can't we go on being the best friends in the world, as we've always been? Why does this marrying business always have to keep bobbing up between us?” He stopped her with a look. “Listen, Mary Rose, yhen a man cares for a woman he wants her—wants to marry her, live with her. See what I mean?” ShAthought she saw. V “Friendship’s a fine thing in its way,” Tom went on leaning against the mantelpiece, “but it —doesn’t go between me and you. Either you marry me, or I get out. I can't stand much more of this halfway stiijf. it’s no more fair for a girl to keep a man hanging .around than it is for a man to run around with a girl for S-’ears and then suddenly marry somebody elpe.” Mary Rose rdised her eyebrows. “I’m not going to marry—anybody else,” she said quietly. The thought of John Mannes came ihto her mind for a second, blotting out all other thought with its splendor and its pain. She closed her eyes. ‘T’m never going to marry—anybody,” she and shook her head. “I've told you so before.” -.“That means ‘No’?” She nodded, and without a word he got up and walked out into the little shabby hall where the light burned low. She followed him. With unhappy eyes she watched him pick up his hat from the table in the corner and dtart for the door. But he swerved suddenly and took her in his arms. He pressed back her head with his hand and his face covered her face in a long kiss. A kiss that hurt her mouth. “You know as well as I do that you’re coming <to me sooner o(r .later,” he said, holding her so close that she could scarcely breathe. “So why don't you do it now when you kno,V how I want you? We could have that white house ready for us in no time. Sfiy 'yes,’ Mary Rose. Have a heart—’ He kissed her again -and all his hunger and passion for her seemed to be in his kiss. But it left her cold. Slowly she., drew herself out of his arms. “It’s because I have a heart that I can’t say ‘yes,’ ” She shook her head. How could she tell him thatever since yesterday, when Doris Hinig had told her she was going to marry John Manners, her heart had ached with ah intolerable ache?

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That it was aching now, because of John Manners? She couldn't. Not with his blue eyes looking down at her that way.' All she could do was to slowly shake her head again and watch him-go. She stood motionless in the dim light of the hall until the sound of his car died away in the distance. Then she went out into the back parlor where Mrs. Middleton sat, darning Flossie’* stockings, under the lamp. She dropped down into a chair on the other-side of the table and idly watched' the bright needle running in and out of the thin silk. Presently her rnpther snipped off a thread and looked up at her, over her glasses. “How did Tom happen to run away so early?” she asked. “It’s not ten o’clock.” "Oh,” Mary Rose answered, with a long sigh, “he asked me for the twentieth time to marry him. And for the twentieth time I told him there was nothing doing. So he went away, grouching.” * She watched the corners of her mother’s lips tighten. "You’re a fool, Mary Rose,” she said, just as Mary had known sFie would. “Some day one of those smart nurses, down at the hospital, will pick him up, and you’ll be left high and dry.” , j *1 hope so,” said Mary Rose, cheerfully. In the hall the telephone rang. “i’ll bet a hat that's Tom now.” she said. “He's probably thought of something he forgot to say a while ago.” x - ' She wS.s right. It was Tom. And ho had thought of something else that he wanted to* say. “I just want tp get it over to you, that I’m not kidding this time. Hosey,” he told her solemnly. “I meant^ just what I said. But when you do change your mind about me, remember I'm right here waiting to hear from you." V “Don’t tie silly, Tom’." Mary Rose answered. “You’ve told m< that same thing a ddzen times before. Don’t forget that tomorrow’s another day, and that we expect you for Sunday supper, as usual. See you tomorrow, Boy.” When she went back into the little parlor her mother was rolling up Flosssie’s fragile stockings, pair by pair. “There! I guess I’ve strained my eyes enougfi for one night,” she said, and took off her glasses. “I think I'll just sit here and have forty wijii. Wake me up when Flossie comes. I told her ,to be home by' 11:30 —I made up my mind it was time I took her in hand —after last night's performance.” She put her gray,,head back against the chair and was ''asleep almost instantly. In the light from the lamp beside her she looked older to Mary Rose than she ever had before. The lines that went £rom her nose to she corners of her' mouth looked as if they had been ( carved there. And yet there was something in her face that suggested Flossie—something about the fullness of the lower lip. the soft roundness of the indeci’siwe chin. “I suppose she was just as pretty and gay as Flossie is, once upon a time,” Mary Rose thought. "And that’s why she’s afraid Flossie will have the same kind of poverty stricken life she’s had —” Her mother woke with a start and loolked dazedly around the room. “Dekr, dear! I was having such a terfible dream about Flossie,” she said! “She was standing on the edge of a high cliff —dear, dear —” Then she was asleep again. Mary Rose went out to the front porch and looked up and down to see if Flossie and Sam were in sight. But not a soul was to be seen. The street lay silent and deserted under the thickly flung stars. How remotop they seemed, those distant stars! She wondered if there really were people on some of them, people who were lonely as she was lonely, whose hearts were breaking, too? But the stars kept their ageless secret. They blinked and winked y-.it her mockingly with their small bright eyes. A car turned the corner and came tearing up the street. Before she heard its engine, Mary Rose knew

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Sam took the loaf and the knife from Flossie’s hands and %gan to slice bread for sandwiches. “I suppose I’m too beautiful to be useful,” Flossie remarked with a giggle, as she jumped up on a corner of the sink and watched them. She took a little mirror from the pocket of her white flannel coat and began to paint her lips. “Not as'pretty as I used to be, though,” she added. “Just think, tomorrow I’ll -be twenty—an old hog of twenty! Isn’t that misery?” "Flossie Middleton, what are you putting on your rrrouth?” asked the girls’ mother from the doorway. She had wakened, and was standing blinking a little ii. the brilliant light of the white kitchen. Flossie stared at her. "Lipstick, of course,” sty© answered. “You’ve seen me use it many times before. Why rave now?” Mrs. Middleton walked across the kitchen and took the offending little stick out of Flossie's hand. She opened the screen door and tossed it into the garbage can at the foot of the back steps. “Now, see here!” she began. "This painting habit is a bad thing. It’s the beginning of all the rest of the badness—smoking and drinking and staying out half- the night! And this is the end of it for you You don’t need paint on your facb, Flossie! Providence has given you a skin in a million. But even if you had a face like leather, I wouldn’t let you plaster it with rouge., It doesn’t ioolt respectable, and it Isn't respectable)"

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“Why, Mother, all the girls use rouge and powder. Mary Rose uses it, herself, and. so do all the other girls down at the office,” Flossie wailed. “Just notice next time you go downtown— ’’ “I have noticed,” Mrs. Middleton broke in grimly, “and that’s why you’re not going to use a lipstick! I’ve just begun to notice a good many things about you, Flossie —” With that dark saying, she went out of the kitchen, closing the door smartly behind her. They heard her footsteps presently in the room above them. “Christopher Colombo! Your mother sure is on a rampage tonight, isn't she?” Sam observed. "I never saw her like that before. What’s the matter. He asked the question of Mary Rose, who pretended |not to hear him, but' weht on buttering bread like Wtrther’s “Charlotte.” It was Flossie who finally answered him: “Oh, she's up in the air because I got in a little late last night. And she’s all set to reform me. That’s all.” “Yes. and that reminds/fne, you haven’t told me where you were last night,’/ Sam interrupted. “You promised you would, you know.” “Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies,” chirped Flossie. “And don’t keep nagging me about things. Sam. “You're just like a mosquito. Here, gag yourself with this, an<) still.” She handed him a large baked bean eandwich, as she spoke.

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“No, but I want to know,” Sam kept on stubbornly. “Alide James told me something awfully queer this morning, and it checks up with this dope of your mother’s about staying out half the night and drinking?” Flossie turned on him in a blaze of anger. “What did Alice James tell you?” She snapped the words out. (To lie Continued.) Mary Rose sounds out Manners in tomorrow's installment.

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